BIG30 and ATL Jacob - Uh Huh

Yeah, ayy
Yeah, ayy
She like
You gotta test the bitch with Casamigos (uh-huh)
Know what I'm sayin', let them
Let them think they lit or somethin'
Let them think they gettin' them some' (uh-huh)
Blrrrd, blrrrd
Ayy, yeah
Ayy, yeah

Every girl around me got a job, clean these dishes
Ayy, I bought five new chains and five new rings for my bitches (let's go)
Ayy, yes, I got a problem it's how I spend my benji's (facts)
Ayy, 30 popped a thirty got these bitches playin' tennis (blrrrd)
Ayy, I talk bout these millions stay up out my business
Ayy, I had my Brazilian DM my Canadian
And she higher than a alien, like she can't feel her face again (on God)
Ayy, my ex be out here talkin' like she lit or some'
Uh-huh, I just put ten rackies on my fit or some'
Uh-huh, straight up on yo' head you better think of some'
Uh-huh, taste the Casamigos better drink you some' (let's go)

Uh-huh, I lost track of time, damn near blew a dime
Uh-huh, all my bitches friends that might blow ya mind
Uh-huh, ayy, diamonds on her chain I made her one of mine
Uh-huh, after we fuck I give her cash never got the time
Uh-huh, ayy, I swap out my whips, you can't spot me out
Uh-huh, lil' bitch turnt me down in school, tryna top me now
Uh-huh, ayy, I go tip the waitress with a bust down
Uh-huh, got a preacher kid she saved but she cuss now (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Uh-huh

Ayy, I got lots of cash (cash)
My lil' Asian bitch sent me a Drac' from Pakistan (blrrrd, Pakistan)
You a opp and we ain't kill you, we done shot yo' ass (ass)
Thinkin' with yo' dick, pants down got yo' ass (got yo' ass)
Uh-huh, uh-huh, that boy was sweet as cake (sweet as cake)
He tried to see the bitch, change of plans meet the Drac' (meet the Drac')
They bent his ass up, that .308 took off his face (off his face)
Now I'm off Casamigos with my ho from Georgia State (ayy, ayy, George State)
Uh-huh (huh), uh-huh, I live a nice life
I'm fuckin' off with bitches, poppin' bottles night life
They need to free my snake Slime, free Shiest Life
We on his ass four hunnid shots same night twice

Uh-huh, I lost track of time, damn near blew a dime
Uh-huh, all my bitches friends that might blow ya mind
Uh-huh, ayy, diamonds on her chain I made her one of mine
Uh-huh, after we fuck I give her cash never got the time
Uh-huh, ayy, I swap out my whips, you can't spot me out
Uh-huh, lil' bitch turnt me down in school, tryna top me now
Uh-huh, ayy, I go tip the waitress with a bust down
Uh-huh, got a preacher kid she saved but she cuss now

Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh

Written by:
Jacob Canady, Rodney Wright

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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